We finally got our own place, and upon arriving home from work one day, you are nowhere to be found. I go to the bedroom to get out of my work clothes and into something a little more comfy, when I find a note. "Come to the basement." I finish changing into my old pajama pants and an old t-shirt before following your instructions. As I open the basement door, I notice a small glow and not much else. I reach for the light and find another note, "Don't even think about turning the light on, and shut the door," so I do as I'm instructed. I get to the foot of the stairs and am almost totally blinded by the darkness, except for the small glow coming from the other room. As I start to head toward the light, you sneak up behind me, blindfold me, and lead me to the other room where you have what I'm assuming is a couch and a candle, but other than that, my senses are of no help. As we enter the room, you shove me, face down, over the arm of the couch, I hear your pocket knife open, and feel you leaning over me
"What are you planning on doing with that?" I asked.
"Don't make me gag you," was the response I got, and then you bit the back of my neck. The next thing I know, I feel the knife's cold, hard steel touch the middle of my bicep where my shirt sleeve is. "Hope you aren't wearing good clothes" and I shook my head. "Good." I then felt slight pressure as you cut my shirt off me. Once you got it cut to a point where you could easily rip it off, you did, and proceeded to roughly grab my arm and turn me onto my back. "I want to watch those perky titties bounce."
Slowly and roughly, you started biting and sucking on my neck and collar bone, as I start to moan louder, you remind me about the gag being within reach. As soon as I quieted down, I felt a firm slap on my left tit and started squirming like crazy. You then bit my nipple...hard enough that I almost yelped in pain, then you were gone again, but just long enough to drop to your knees so you could get a better view as you cut my pants and panties off.. Once I was completely naked, you brought your face to my pussy and started biting. Gently at first and then progressively harder. When my moans started getting loud for the third time, you moved your face and slapped my pussy almost a little too hard. "I said shut the fuck up, and you had better not move. Do you understand me?" I nodded in agreement and you left for what felt like forever. "Open your mouth," so I did and felt the cold, hard rubber of the gag in my mouth. "I think we are going to need this since you can't seem to listen to me tonight, and I plan on getting a whole lot rougher."
I then felt you between my thighs again, and instead of your usual one or two fingers, you rammed three into my sopping wet pussy. I couldn't stop my hips from bucking and meeting your fingers, and this irritated you so you pulled your fingers out and slapped my pussy again, just as hard as the last time. "I said don't fucking move, so you better concentrate because I fully intend to watch as you take my ENTIRE hand, and maybe a couple fingers in that tight little ass."
I laid there and counted as you slammed your three fingers into my dripping wet hole. One...two...three...four...five.....six thrusts, and then a fourth finger. Six hard thrusts (or maybe it was seven) with four fingers. I could feel my pussy stretching over your knuckles with every thrust. It hurt, yet was strangely the best pain I have ever experienced.
" I hope you are ready for this, because I am not going to stop until you take it all." and with that, you spit on my clit and shoved your thumb in as well. As you felt my pussy stretching to accommodate your fist, you said, "yeah. That's it. Take it all. I know you can, and I know you like it!"
As I started to wriggle again, you shoved your fist all the way in and two (or maybe it was three) fingers in my ass, "you are really having a hell of a time listening to me tonight, aren't you?" if it wasn't for the gag, I would have been screaming. It hurt so bad, but oh my god did it ever feel SO GOOD!
You then pulled your fingers out of me. "I want you on your hands and knees." I rolled over, and you shoved your fist back in my pussy and your fingers back in my ass, and fucked me so hard. "Play with yourself. I want to feel you cum all over me." I was eager to meet your demand, because by this time I DESPERATELY NEEDED to cum. I reached down between my legs and started to rub my clit. The faster I rubbed, the rougher you got.. I started to tense up, and you started fucking me faster and so hard it hurt. "You like that, you dirty bitch?" I nodded and came so hard. "That's it. You are going to keep cumming until I feel like it's enough.. If I don't feel your pussy cumming, I WILL see just how much your tight little asshole will take with my fist still buried!"
This was one order I FULLY intended to follow. After what felt like forever, you finally pulled your fist out of my sopping wet pussy and shoved another finger in my ass. "That's it. You're such a good little girl tonight. Do you like feeling all those fingers stretching you?" Again I nodded. "Do you want to know how many fingers I have in that tight ass?" Another nod. "Four. And you like it, don't you?"
After what felt like forever, you finally yanked your fingers out of my ass. "You can stop cumming now. Damn, you are finally starting to listen. Good girl."